Since Claude refuses to translate these Lyrics, I will translate them by hand. I will not change the lyrics as to illustrate how fitting it is for your situation:

I don’t want to get married (no me quiero casar Bad Bunny 2023)

Raise your hand them who is making money
Let the new year come and I’ll hustle it all,
Once of these days my true love will arrive
But, I want to get rich first
2026 and I’m still single
Hanging out with all my buddies
I rode the Cybetruck and thought about my motorcycle
Of the old times,
Today I can become bi without ceasing to be hetero,
Now I can have a kid, a heir

I’ll miss the streets, the disco and the strip club
I’ll go on until I fall off the horse and I lose my hat, heh
This year will be better than the last one, I know.
You look better without underwear I know. I know. I know, hey!
I’ll be your bandit lover, Miguel Bosé
But only there, woah, only there mami, only there
Let’s live today.

‘Cause I don’t know what will happen tomorrow.
I’m sad but it will pass, heh
My life is cabrona hey
I don’t want to get married
la-la-la, la-la, la-la
I don’t want to get married hey

Celibacy for now, I’ll enjoy a while
I don’t want to get married.

2016 hooking up with the Cazals
My home one day six million it will be worth
I’ll grease the entire choir(?)
Life is nice, I’ll embrace it
Working with balls, nothing here was random
Bad vibes to another place, nobody will drag me down, hey
Sorry for yawning hey
But I’m easily bored
If I like it I work for it and I get it
Once I was going to get married
Thank God I didn’t, wow, the devil, almost, hey
Watching the city of NY riding a taxi
I daydreamed and said
“My future I must change it today”

Because tomorrow I don’t know what will happen,

[skipped duplicity]

And if I was born again, I’d be just like this, for all women, the ladies.

I like red wine and sunsets, the laugh of my friends and the gaze of women. You want to be with me? You don’t know what you want. Baby, I’m danger, hey:

I won’t change for anybody. I’ll always camp mami, I’m going tramping to the streets, heh, I just remembered I’m Bad Bunny, not John Smith. Thank God we could connect. I like you, don’t read me wrong, but I’m focused and ready to floor it. For now I can’t be with you, heh, I’ve always been a son of a bitch, from the start, heh, close the door when you leave and put the sign of “don’t bother”.